Our House of Scars!

It is early in the morning and all the house is quiet. The birds are singing and it brings great joy to my heart to see Spring in all it's glory. It is going to be a rainy weekend. The birds singing, makes me think they know the ground needs the moisture. Our farm is so beautiful.

I have a sweet book I tend to read every week. It is When A Teacup Warms Your Heart by Dessi Petrova Jackson. Each chapter is a glimpse inside a mother's love and God's guidance to caring for children. She inspires me to be a loving Mom. This morning I read about the "scarred" table. The memories of the different marks made on that table. Dessi grasps the beauty of these scars. It makes me ponder my house of scars! Lately I appreciate the mess here and there. Then I walk into a room my daughter Ireland decorated and revel in the beauty of her God given talent! Our children are growing so fast and the times that stood still is now spinning and winding downhill. Where did the time go? What does the future hold? Trinity has started her 4H project of raising market hogs and showing them in the Fair. A couple jackpots along the way. Maria is almost done with this semester of college. Beau is planning his life with Angel with a wedding soon. Kate is getting evaluations for school in the Fall.

My heart is full of gratitude. I'm grateful for all of God's Blessings. This life is far from easy, but the future is bright. God's road is the path we choose to walk. We are praying for peace. Peace in our hearts, in our families and in our communities.

To truly be happy, we need to let go of the anger or hurt we feel. Releasing this and asking God to take over. Guide us down the path of peace. Sounds much easier than doing it. I find myself struggling with decisions for the good of others when I want to selfishly cry because of hurt feelings. Then I stop and realize, this isn't what I want to teach our children. Teaching forgiveness and love will make a much better place in their hearts.

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